Cole paced his once shared bedroom. He hadn't been in there in days. He had been too busy thinking of ways to destroy himself and avoid power seeking supernatural creatures. He had finally and bravely stepped into the room that he had spent so many nights in with his true love, with Phoebe. The room his baby was conceived in. The room Phoebe had chosen him over her sisters in. The room they had spent so many nights together.

But those were all memories now. Coming back from the Wasteland was a mistake, or so he finally believed. At first he felt that it was what they both wanted, to be together again. He knew Phoebe wanted him back. But she was in denial. Phoebe and her sisters were in denial. Cole didn't have a chance. He wasn't welcomed in the presence of The Charmed Ones, Leo, or even Darryl.
"Memories, they're so evil" "What are you talking about Cole? You know what evil really is." "Yea, I do, don't I?" "Of course you do, you're evil!" "No I'm not!" "SKITZ!" Cole slept restlessly on the comforter of the king sized bed. His dreams flooded with the same questions that flooded his days. "Am I really evil?" "That's what Phoebe said. Phoebe's usually right." "But this time she isn't." "You're right. Tomorrow I'll prove it." "Go to sleep Cole." "I am asleep." "Oh." b::..All night, hearing voices..::

::..Telling me that I should get some sleep..::

::..Because tomorrow might be good for something..:: b